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276 pages, Paperback
Published April 15, 2025
Sixteen-year-old Penelope Jane, known to everyone as PJ, hates that she has to relive the most anxiety-inducing parts of her life. This is because she tends to slip nine minutes and fifty-three seconds into her past every time her panic level shoots up. As she suffers from anxiety disorder, she tries to keep a curb on her stress, but sometimes, she still ‘slips’…
The only person to know about this strange affliction is PJ’s bestie Mariana, who does all she can to support PJ. But when a new classmate Ethan Morrow enters PJ’s life, even Mariana cannot help her anxiety levels from spiralling out of control. Can she even dream of dating when she can’t even know for sure how many times she’ll slip back in time?
The story comes to us in PJ’s first-person perspective.
How can you have a relationship with someone when you slip every time your blood runs hot? Every kiss? Every argument? What kind of resentment builds when I experience it all, and he never does, when I remember angry words someday exchanged, but he never actually speaks them?
And yet, I don’t break it off. I want this too badly tonight. I want him. I want to be a normal teenager for one godforsaken night.
I thought I was the only one who could change and make different decisions in my repeat time of nine minutes and fifty-three seconds. Everyone else always seems to be on a set path. It’s always been that way before. So why not now? Why is Ethan different?This is told from the first-person present-tense POV of PJ.
They should let me get my driver’s license a few days early, at the very least. Not that I plan on driving. I mean, I could slip while I’m driving, and then what? What if I “arrive” at my new location while I’m in the middle of making a left turn or something? No thanks. I’ll stick to walking. Or running—I do a lot of that.This is just the kind of thing that we the reader want to know, and she only knows as much as we do.
“I didn’t think we could have a happy ending.” I hate how raw my voice sounds right now. I pull back from his hug and wipe a tear from my eye. Every time I manage to stop crying, I start again.
“How about we just start with a happy beginning and save the endings for later?”
There’s nowhere to hide from Ethan this time. And I don’t want to.
“you’re the kind of girl who can make a guy completely crazy, wondering if you enjoy being with him or not. You’re thinking. Always thinking. And sometimes I think the thoughts must be good because you get this spark in your eye, like you’ve just figured it out—all of it, all of life. And then, there are these other times when I think the thoughts aren’t good at all because you look like you want to run away as fast as you can. And it makes a guy lose his mind because… sometimes a guy really wants to kiss a girl like you.”